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Damon made me the most delicious pasta the other night.It was so beautiful I took a photo of it.

Damon-food

Today we did indeed go for a drive, up to a beautiful waterfall and swimming area… He had made BLT wraps for me…((It was supposed to be a picnic)) And I stupidly forgot to take pictures, forgive me… But this is the kicker that I don’t really understand… He seems to be in a terribly bad mood.

He sped us home at eighty miles an hour on gravel roads, then went to sleep. In turn, that’s made me frustrated and confused, since I thought we were having a really nice, calm day filled with beautiful sights, and I have no idea how to make him feel any better, or what even went wrong in the first place, but he gets in moods like this, his mother usually being the main cause with all her nagging and complaining about jobs and money and trivial things… I really don’t know how a human can complain so much while living in paradise, to be honest.

I, for one, have never seen a waterfall like that in real life, I was very excited… I got right down to the edge of it and felt the wind and spritzy water whipping into my face… All the little Filipino kids snuck around behind me and were tagging along, even though I didn’t really say hello due to my shyness with strangers, only smiled and nodded… I think they were surprised a foreigner, let alone a girl was getting so close to the water.It was colder than I had anticipated, I was expecting warm volcano water or something, but it was about the same temperature as a warm lake in mid-summer in Canada…not terribly cold, but definitely not bath-water-warm, either.

On the property, there were ducks and rabbits and turkey-looking birds with spots, I saw a little lizard running along the rocks, and there was a chili bush like ours, only much, much bigger.

Our backyard chili bush

He says we’ll go again sometime, but I don’t really want to speed up there, the roads are scary and bumpy, and on the way up, I watched someone wipe out on their bike.The idea of crashing a bike going eighty with no helmet, and nothing to protect the knees, arms or anything is a terrifying thought.